Two adventurers now wandered the Moor of Sleep. Fetch and Jezebel looked across the eerie plain, Here the two had ended up, from the dungeon deep. The place was all too quiet, silence did here reign.   So up spoke Jezebel, with a curious air: ...

Once upon a time, in a village small There lived an adventurer, Zenithal. He had a foal, yes, a harlequin child, Whose personality would be called ‘wild’.   The foal, they were trouble, no doubt about, And oh, such an ego the chi...

Our adventurers four, Phoebe, Moritz, Fetch, and Jezebel, entered the cavern. Phoebe noticed it first, and silently she raised the alarm. Moritz, the shadow themself, took the lead, even though they knew not this sort of beast, It slept, perhaps. They'd no wish to risk harm.   ...

Three Coursers, they came to a path:One harlequin led way.Each in muzzle held torches alight,Until came a gust stray! No more fire, dark it descendedThales said, “Let's turn back.”While Creed argued for them to stay,Come what may in pitch black. Jezebel did not seem to care,Walking on with disdain.Suddenly, there came a grinding,This sound would be their bane: For those old stones, they are drifting,As platfo...

“Who am I?” the harlequin repeated. A fancy flick of their black and white mane. “Is myself not worthy to be greeted?” They softly asked, with vehemence to gain;   “I am not some comm...